Moonspear the night brings violence, are you okay

Her aim was true,  and soon massive wings beat against the wind, attempting to gain altitude a struggle. normally, her prey was rather dead, easing escape, yet the girl flailed and accent would not be easy. she did not manage to get far, but at the girl's screech she loosed her own shrill cry, eyes cruel. 

She tightened her talons a moment in an act of cruelty, gaze not on her bait as she rose, slowly, labourously, struggling to hold the pup a couple meters above the ground. Eagles,  she found quickly,  we're not made for hovering.